Kill a man and you’re a murderer. Kill a million and you’re a statesman. Dirk should have killed more people.
Dirriken Friedel used his aristocratic connections to rescue his troops. He didn’t plan on starting a war or killing them himself. Now he spends his days in jail, waiting for an assassin sent by his dead officers families to end his misery.
When he’s broken out by off-duty marines he has a chance to start over, if he’s worthy. During his ramshackle escape he collects a broken-down trading ship, a bitter former army officer, a genetically altered religious fanatic, a runaway ingenue, a sham engineer, and a murderous femme fatal. Pursed by a fanatical imperial tribune bent on bloody justice, can he keep the crew from killing each other, the ship from exploding, and himself from the bottom of a bottle. Or would it be easier just to give up?
If you like Galactic Empires, honorable enemies, and snappy dialog, this one’s for you.
